Writing a novel is hard.
Especially when poetry
saunters over,
dressed in red lace
with roses in her hair,
swishing her hips
in the language
of flamenco
and asking you
for a dance.
16 Sunday Nov 2014
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inWriting a novel is hard.
Especially when poetry
saunters over,
dressed in red lace
with roses in her hair,
swishing her hips
in the language
of flamenco
and asking you
for a dance.